A writer died downstairs. I heard he hanged himself.
When I woke up, I turned into a crow and traveled to a month before the writer died.
I thought maybe I could try to save him, maybe he wouldn't hang himself.
But the ending has already been written, and I can't change anything. The only thing that changes is myself.
A writer hanged himself, but I gained the strength to live from it.
Purpose: Make the right decision, not the easiest decision